User blog comment:Redmight/Blackbane castle and the Island of Despair/@comment-2207385-20111128194944

Starting scenario for No Name.

To say the day was nothing short of a burning inferno would be lying to the very core of one’s soul, the blazing sun gazed down upon the ever going sand and its dunes of golden brown. The winds going fast and powerful as a storm of pure sand blasted in every direction, nothing escaping its wrath and fury. Not far from the ongoing madness of a sand storm a single large wagon, built tough and strong moved with difficulty and determination through the sandstorm. The wagon was a curious and splendid sight to travelers for to the naked eye it seemed it was moving to its doom as it was in the sandstorm, but to the passengers it was completely unharmed, protected by an invisible bubble created by its protector and helper, a black rat with blue garments and black pointy hat.

The passengers, all of them nearly rats and a few weasels clinged tightly to their clothing’s and loved ones as they prayed nothing went wrong in this journey, hoping with all they could muster that they would get their unharmed, The rat with a pointy hat kept his paws close to each other, almost as if he was praying, a glowing circle was in between them as he looked around. He smiled as he looked at the passengers, his eye gazed at the only mouse in the wagon, he saw how she slept comfortably in a corner as a blanket was on top of her, her dark-grey fur gently shining as some of the light of the sun hit her, her purple tunic showing as some of the blanket was slowly being taken away by a small rat child, The rat with the pointy hat grinned and slowly shook the mouse with his footpaw, “Miss wake up, we are almost to our destination, it’s better to be awake.”